A/N: I'm sorry I'm so sorry! I haven't updated in ages and then I lied to you all in the last chapter! I've just been so busy studying for finals at school and then the internet on my computer was being really lame and not cooperating. I'm sorry! I don't think I'll be able to update till this weekend because this week is packed with exams so please be patient.
Disclaimer: …I still don't understand why we have to do this…/sigh/ I own nothing
Starts off where I last left off with Sirius then switches to Remus's point of view for a bit. So here's another unedited chapter jam packed with grammatical errors and typos! Enjoy!
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"Now you take care alright," and with that she walks off and I turn back to the task at hand. I open the door and step inside shaking from head to toe with nerves. What I see sends goose bumps up my arm.
Another hall! More damn doors! (A/N//grin/) I groan in frustration. I start to move forward but stop when I hear someone call behind me.
"Sir, excuse me sir," I turn to see a doctor walking towards me. "May I help you?"
"Yes, Doctor…" I look at the name tag thing on her chest. "Doctor Pomphrey I'm looking for someone. They were supposed to be in room: 205, a Mr. Remus Lupin," I take out my badge and show it to her briefly.
"Aw, right I've been waiting for you. This way Mr. Black," I follow her into yet another room. Inside are yet some more doctors and some nurses holding clipboards, standing around a window. Dr. Pomfrey motions for me to come closer and some people move out of the way.
I gasp. On the other side of the window is the object of my investigation. A nurse is attending him at the moment. He seems to be unconscious; bandages cover his entire upper torso, needles sticking out of his arms, an oxygen mask over his mouth.
"I'm sorry that you're trip here was in vain, he hasn't awoken for hours now and his breathing isn't doing to well anyway," she turns to me; I continue to stare at the boy. "Mr. Black?" she snaps me out of my revere.
"Oh sorry," I have no idea what's going on with me but I'd better stop, can't zone out on my first case! "Tell me how he's doing," she sighs.
"Remus is doing better than we'd expected, but his breathing is labored and he'll probably have respiratory problems for the rest of his life. He has minor acid burns on his body and face. We had to give him stitches, just four in total. Over all I feel he's very lucky, his injuries are very small compared to others I've treated," I feel myself sadden slightly; it pains me to see such a pretty boy like this… Pretty! Where'd that come from! He's not pretty he's just handsome, no not handsome just rather attractive, no wait! I'm not gay! I shake my head and Dr. Pomfrey gives me a weird look. I flush and step out of the room.
Need to move, just walk around. Pace, pace, pace, pace the hall, don't think, not gay … I'm straight. No don't think about orientation right now. Think about case…right case. Drug dealers, explosion, injuries, Remus…cute.
I groan and slide down a wall covering my face with my hands. NOT cute… I hear a door open and close in the distance but don't bother to look up. I hear quick foot steps and then a voice.
"Mr. Black!" I look up; a nurse is rushing toward me. "He's awake, Mr. Black he's awake!" I jump to my feet and practically run after her. We enter the room there's quite muttering and I spot Dr. Pomfrey, she beckons me to her.
"He's awake," I'm about to give her some sarcastic smartass remark but she stops me. "and I must insist that you not speak to him," I stare at her in shock. She moves to the window and I follow. I see Remus with his eyes open looking around, he looks very pale. "He's too weak to be questioned," I nod in agreement as I see him trying to raise his head but a nurse rushes over and stops him. He lies back down and closes his eyes.
"I understand," I turn to her. "But if not now then when can I speak to him?" she pushes a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
"At least a few days, preferably a week or two," my eyes widen, she notices this. "He'll be useless until then," she is being responsible, I nod. "Good day Mr. Black,"
As I leave the hospital, after getting lost several times, I begin to wonder something. What would Remus be doing at a drug dealer's house? Mr. and Mrs. Hudson didn't have any children. I checked my watch, still had enough time to get back to the office and do some background research.
Entering the office I'm greeted again by several ladies and had to give them an excuse to leave. I sit down with a plop at my desk and turn on my computer. Searching through files I could find nothing on Remus…I search for a birth certificate and didn't get anything. My eyebrows knit together in confusion. Nothing in the entire state…then it hits me. Maybe he's not from here; I broaden my search to the rest of the country and finally find something, his birth certificate, adoption papers and a police report.
This explains a lot.
Suddenly I hear a scream and I nearly fall out of my seat. James stands behind me grinning from ear to ear.
"Ha, I got you good!" I give him a menacing look and her laughs. "So how'd your case go?" he asks leaning up against the wall.
"Not to well actually. What have you been up to?"
"Nothin' been rather bored here all alone," he pouts and I roll my eyes.
"They have you doing paper work?"
"Yes! Can you believe them!" he throws his arms in the air and I snort. "So now will you tell me what your case is on? There's a rumor going around that you're investigating that one strip club and spent the entire day talking to half naked women." He wiggles his eyebrows and I burst out laughing.
"No!" I stick my head out of my cubical to make sure no one's listening. "Ok I'll tell you but keep it quiet," James nods and I hand him the folder. After a minute or so he looks up.
"So what's so important about this kid? Arsonist?" I shrug
"That's my job. I'm suppose to find out what he knows about the explosion at the house he was found in and on the drug dealing going on there. But I couldn't talk to him today,"
"Oh so you went to the hospital then?" I nod "How come you couldn't talk to him?"
"When I arrived he wasn't even conscious by the time I left he was awake but not doing to well, doctor said to come back in about a week when he's better,"
"A week! But that's ages from now. What you gonna do till then?"
"I don't know…maybe go threw my old college psychology books, Dumbledore said they'd come in handy," James sighs and hooks his thumb in his pocket. I turn back to the computer and continue to read where I left off. I feel James reading over my shoulder and have to fight the urge to run over his feet with my chair.
The day goes by fast and before I know it it's time to go home. I hop in my car after saying good night to a couple of ladies across the parking lot. On the way home a have a sudden sweet tooth and stop at an ice cream parlor. I sit outside eating my ice cream watching the sun set until past 8 and finally have to get up. I arrive home and take off my shoes, coat and shirt. I check the mail and turn on the TV.
Another boring night goes by and at midnight I lay down to go to bed. But sleep doesn't come and I swear like a sailor for a minute or so. So at one in the morning I become impatient and begin to pace my apartment. I start to think about my case but stop remembering what that lead to earlier that day in the hospital. Not gay! I fall face first into the sofa and just lay there. Minutes pass by and still I can't sleep. This is going to be an extremely long and boring week!
Around two in the morning I finally drift off to sleep soon to be awaken by my alarm clock.
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It's been a week and I can't stand one more day of paper work at the office so I call Dr. Pomfrey in advance to let her know I'm going to see Remus. I'm happy to say that she said I can speak to him today. Parking my car I head to the front of the third building and stop. I hope I don't get lost again! I take a deep breath and walk in.
20 minutes later I find myself in the same room as last time looking at the boy through the same window in the same bed. Although he's no longer as pale and no longer has the oxygen mask on, his torso is still bandaged but over all looks much better. I grin. I see Dr. Pomfrey move beside me from the corner of my eye.
"He's doing better," I comment and Pomfrey smiles. She turns to me.
"You may speak to him now…"
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Pain, lots and lots of pain. That's what I've felt for over a week actually for months now. Pain, both emotional and physical. I sigh; life just keeps getting better and better. The only people I've seen since I came to the hospital have been doctors and nurses. I know they're watching me at all times through that one way window mirror thing that's in my room. I don't mind much but what I don't understand is why? I look up to see a nurse come in and change my bandages. She leaves and I feel all alone again.
I look up when I hear the door open again; usually when they leave they don't come back for an hour or so. In walks a man in his early twenties with straight shoulder length black hair and grey eyes. He has on tight black jeans that hang low on his hips and his Queen shirt is slightly faded and torn, sunglasses are poking out of his back pocket. The whole look suits him very well. He gives me a tender smile and my heart flutters a little.
When my parents were alive I had once asked them about homosexuals. The conversation was awkward, like the birds and the bees talk, but this time the answers were very important to me. I had asked them several questions and every time they grew more and more suspicious until finally my father asked me why I was so curious. I couldn't answer him and turned very red. Truth was I didn't know why I was asking…curiosity maybe… or maybe it was something else. My mother came and sat next to me putting her arm around my shoulder giving it a squeeze. My father had explained that boys go through many stages where they question who they are and what their sexual orientation is. Back then I had believed him and pushed the thoughts out of my mind.
But now as I watch the raven haired man pull up a chair and sit next to my bed I'm beginning to question who I am again. He smiles again and I feel myself blush, I don't think he noticed though.
"Hello Remus my name is Sirius Black and I'm here to ask you a few questions," he was very careful in the words he chose, I could tell. Instantly I stiffen.
"Is that ok with you?" What! Of course it's not ok, but I guess it's sort of nice that he asked. He continues to look at me. Is he waiting for an answer? Guess he is because he hasn't spoken in a while. I nod and he smiles shifting in his chair to get more comfortable.
"What went on in your last home?" I don't want to remember, I don't want to answer, and I don't want to speak. I think I forgot how because when I open my mouth to say something to him all that comes out is a coughing fit. He looks worried and calls for a nurse. But by the time the nurse came in the room the coughs had stopped. So she leaves and Sirius settles himself in his chair again. I look down not wanting to meet his eyes.
"Um…" he's hesitating, "What was the neighborhood like?" I take in a deep breath and try to clear my throat. He's still sitting there waiting very patiently.
"There are no teenagers…" I don't even recognize my own voice. It's barely a whisper, very raspy and weak. His eyebrows knit together.
"What do you mean?" his voice is low now.
"My aunt said that once they turn 16 they leave home…"
"Why?"
"I …" of course I know why, but I'm not exactly comfortable with the idea of telling him. "I don't know," he can see through my lie, even I can hear it in my voice. I never was good at lying. But surprisingly he didn't say anything about it he just moved on to another question.
"Were you aware during the time you lived with your guardians that they were drug dealers?" I nod.
"Yes…at first they hid it from me…but then one day I went into a room they said I wasn't allowed in and found out," he nods his head listening intently. "They didn't know I knew," I start to cough again but this time I get it under control and soon stop.
"Did you ever meet and or see people enter your home and purchase methamphetamine?"
"Yes," I was becoming more and more uncomfortable with this whole situation. The memories were still too raw…it still hurt. I could feel my heart rate increasing steadily.
"If I were you give you pictures of suspected meth dealers and buyers would you be able to identify them?" Joe's face flashed in my mind once and I begin to panic. I'm scared, I'm not entirely sure what I'm scared of but I'm scared and I want Sirius to leave. I start to shake and Sirius grows worried of me again. My breathing becomes labored and I start to cough. I see Sirius get up again and call for a nurse. Instantly a group of people come in and push Sirius out of the room. I know he's still watching me… it's sort of a comforting thought.
Pain, oh yeah…lots and lots of pain. Life can be such a bitch.
A/N: Aww, poor Remmy! So what'd you think? Love it? Hate it? Let me know! And I'll either love you and give you a hug or flip you off and calling you a series of colorful names. /smiles/ So review because you and I both know you desperately want to!